Thoroughly Licked! (mm/f + fM/mm)

[Jeff K]

One warm spring day during my early teen years, I was alone in my room reading a book that was a collection of short war stories written by veterans. Most of them were stories of battles and heroics, but then I came upon one titled “The Hanoi Hilton”. I had never heard of that before, so you can imagine my delight when it turned out to be the tale of a pilot who was shot down, captured, and imprisoned at the the Hanoi Hilton during the Vietnam War. My heart raced with delight as I read about his torture–not because I was heartless or desired pain–but because it involved him being bound with ropes in various positions. By the time I finished the story, my imagination was sparked and I quickly scampered over to the room of my little sister Ashley to tell her all about it.

She shared my love for TUGs, so we very quickly began to scheme how we could use this story as inspiration to play out a game of captivity and bondage (not that we knew the term bondage back then or would have used it to describe our games if we had lol). Ashley stated that she wanted me to be her prisoner this time, which was just fine with me. Then she suggested a bit of an addition: asking our older brother Henry and our dad to join us.

I had played TUGs with both of them before, but never with this many family members at once. I was excited to try it out, but nervous that they would say no, or even think that it was weird. This concern was quickly invalidated, as they were both not only willing, but Henry was even willing, and insisted to be one of the captured soldiers.

We quickly set up the playing area. Henry and I would station ourselves in the far back, outside this row of trees bordering our backyard, and Ashley and my dad would hide a radio somewhere on our property. Our goal was to find the radio without being caught.

Or rather, that was our “official” goal.

Henry, like both Ashley and myself, enjoyed TUGs greatly. Whenever he and I played by ourselves, he wanted to be the captors, but when others were involved, he was fine being on either side of the ropes.

At the start of the game, we discussed whether to split up or stick together. Henry wanted us to separate for strategic purposes, but it ended up not mattering. He was captured by Ashley very quickly into the game, and while I was hiding nearby out of sight, as soon as I saw her order him to put his hands up and declared him to be her prisoner, my jealousy overcame me, so I stumbled out of hiding and surrendered immediately.

“Ha!” Ashley taunted. “I captured both of you!”

I flushed, slightly turned on by being told that I was captured, and I put my hands in the air. Henry turned to look at me. “I guess we're both prisoners now,” he stated. I flushed even harder.

As Ashley began to march us back, my brain was racing with excitement and anticipation, knowing that I was about to be tied up for a very long time, alongside my own brother no less. I turned to look at him–I enjoyed any time I was able to see him as a captive–and noticed that he was giving me a purposeful look. I frowned at him and he mouthed “be ready.”

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I didn't have to wonder long, as he suddenly spun around and barked “now!”. Ashley instinctively raised her Nerf gun, but before she could subdue him with it, he struck out a hand, knocking it from her grasp. “Grab her!” he ordered at he dove for her gun.

I reacted. As much as I was desperate to be tied up and held captive by Ashley, I also was programmed to follow orders. I leaped toward Ashley, whose back was turned to me as she was heading for the gun herself. I seized her in a tight grip, my left arm wrapping around her waist while my right hand clapped over her mouth. I pulled her close to myself, trapping her and holding her in place as she struggled to break free. Then Henry scooped up her gun and turned to face her.

“Guess you're the prisoner now, little sister,” Henry said, smirking.

Ashley's face burned bright red. I wasn't sure if this was from embarrassment at having been captured by her own captives, or if this was excitement, because she hadn't been expecting to get tied up today.

Henry produced a rope and pulled her hands forward, tying them in front of her. He then pulled out a cloth and pushed it toward her mouth. Just as it was about to reach her face, I suddenly felt something slimey against the inside of my hand.

Ashley was licking it.

I cried out in dismay and released my sister. Immediately she began to call out for my dad. Henry attempted to shove the gag into her mouth, but she pulled away and started to run. “Stop her!” Henry ordered, and the chase began.

It did not last very long. Even though it was only her hands tied and only in front, Ashley was having trouble keeping her balance, and within ten paces, she had tripped and fallen to the ground. Henry and I were on her in an instant, pinning her down and ordering her to be quiet.

I expected Ashley to be pissed, but to my surprise, she was laughing. Henry and I were momentarily confused, until we realized why. Her cries of alarm had worked. We heard the voice of our dad commanding us to let Ashley go and surrender and turned around to see his Nerf gun trained on us. Henry threw aside his weapon immediately, and I put my hands up. Dad ordered me to untie my sister, so I removed the rope from around her wrists. Then Henry and I were made to lie on the ground, where we were bound hand and foot.

We were lying on our stomachs facing each other, so I was able to watch as Ashley held Henry's hands behind his back while she tied rope around them, a wicked glint on her face. While all this was taking place, I could feel Dad binding my own hands in a similar manner. Then they both moved on to our ankles as they finished securing us.

I could feel myself swelling down there while this was happening. I had expected to be captured today, but the way in which it had happened was so surprising and so humiliating that I was starting to feel extremely excited. However, as I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, I was aware that I was in danger of becoming much more humiliated in just a second, and this kind would be much less fun.

I was very, very happy that I was lying face down, as my bulge would not be visible to my brother, sister, or father, even though this meant it was pressing into the ground and causing me some amount of pain. Thankfully, I was still in this position when my dad gagged me, or else it might have been all over. My own helplessness, plus the gratification of seeing my little sister pull a gag into my older brother's mouth was just about too much to handle for my young mind.

After we were fully subdued, our captors went to haul us into our feet, but to my surprise, a small, panicked whimper burst out, and they stopped. To my further surprise the whimper had emerged from Henry's mouth, rather than my own.

As soon as he heard the muffled plea, my dad turned to Ashley and said “you know, let's let them stay like this for awhile. Let their captivity truly sink in before we take them back to camp.” I was relieved. Looking back on this, I suspect that Henry was experiencing the same situation as me, and I suspect my dad may have realized that and changed plans to keep from exposing our embarrassment, but in the moment I was just so grateful to be spared that horror and that was as far as I thought about it.

I lay there, trying to regain control of myself, while my dad and sister hung out and chatted like normal, as if they did not have two prisoners in their custody. I quickly realized I could not look at Henry while this was going on, as his gagged face was flushed red and his heavy breathing brought the humiliation of our situation to the front of my mind, and that was counter-productive to what I was trying to do.

Finally, after an immense amount of willpower and effort, I settled things down there, and when my dad came back to check and see if we were ready, I was able to be moved.

Honestly, the rest of the game escapes my memory. My relief at having avoided the worst-case scenario overpowered my ability to recall the precise events of our captivity. I know we were tied up in multiple ways and played out mock interrogations. I know it was a blast, and I know that Henry and Ashley also appeared to be having a great time.

When it was over, Ashley and I chatted briefly about the experience and she admitted that when we had turned the tables on her, there was a moment that she had been hoping she would be the one held prisoner for the rest of the game, before her instincts kicked in.

“I wonder how Dad would have reacted to that?” I asked.

“Probably rescued me and captured you guys anyway,” Ashley stated.

“Or gotten captured himself,” I joked.

Ashley paused for a moment. “I wonder what that would be like.”

“What?” I asked.

“Capturing Dad.”

I shrugged. “I guess we'll never know.”

Ashley got a gleam in her eye. “We'll see…”

[Redman]

Another wonderful tale, Jeff. I'm glad you were spared that humiliation. And as far that ending... did you?

[copperfox]

Wonderfully told as always, @Jeff K! After reading your previous stories, it’s really such a cool thing to see how both your brother and sister became more involved in this pastime of yours, to the point that they enjoyed it themselves just as much as you did.

Also, I remember reading in one of your stories about how your mom had mentioned that she also played tie up games when she was younger…but I don’t recall if you ever said if your dad did as well. It’s also not too much of a stretch to think that they might have been having their own fun as well. Either way, good on your dad for realizing yours and your brother’s predicament and keeping the game fun and enjoyable while also ensuring that you both were only “humiliated” in the right way!

@Redman’s asking the real question here…inquiring minds want to know! Thanks for sharing, and looking forward to reading more of your adventures.

[WhereAmI]

Oh the horrors of it all, the shame, the injustice, the embarrassment, the inhumanity, the Sacrilege, the dastardlyness, of being captured by your little sister!!!! I hope you were hanging your head in shame as well as other things hanging limp.

Great story, great family fun.

[Jeff K]

@copperfox @Redman

Yes, my dad had played before! He was the first family member who knew I liked being tied up and he helped me in those early days.

As far as the other question goes...time will tell (and the answer will be yes)

[Canuck100]

Great story! And I totally understand your nervousness at being discovered in this embarrassing state; being tied up always had the same effect on me!

Looking forward to reading your next stories